#all birds tbh but they're not all equal

[hotcat37]

Woke up N the first thing I saw was ur OTP ask game post N f4n *KNEW* what 2 do so here I am :3!! 54, 42, 39, 34, 30, 21, 13, 10, 7 N 3 for Bojere pls! (U don’t gotta do all of them if it’s 2 many N Deaf! Jere AU preferably cuz it’s been idk how long but that fic *still* has a chokehold on me N U bet my Ass is gonna be wrapped in a f4 ton of fluffy blankets with snacks N plushies as soon as U bless us with a new chapter!! X33

~^*•.’+ BOJERE BEAM GO!

I'm glad the AU lives in your mind rent free 👀 Thx for sending some numbers!! :3

54: who's more likely to carry the other to bed?

Probably Bojan because he likes to pick Jere up and carry him around randomly for fun haha Jere does also have strong arms though so it's not out of the question for him to carry a sleepy Bojan to bed and tuck him in <3

42: what's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together?

Snow for sure <3 They love making snow men and playing and watching the snowflakes fall. They also just find it cute to see the other bundled up in a big winter coat and a cozy scarf💞

39: who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health?

I can see both of them doing that tbh They both have huge empathy for animals so both of them would be on board with helping an injured bird or abandoned cat or something. But I do think Jere would be the one to play responsible adult at some point once the animal is healed again and explain that they have to set it free even tho they've both gotten attached to it

34: who's more likely to tell a dirty joke to make the other blush?

Jere 👀👀 He can be surprisingly raunchy lmao The fact that he communicates mostly through text and looks so innocent is something he uses to his advantage. No one would suspect a thing if Jere casually shows Bojan the dirtiest message you can think of on his phone lol While Jere is often the one to start things, though, Bojan tends to be the one to finish them 😏

30: your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits, what are they wearing?

Jere: he'd really love to see Bojan in leather so he'd give him a pair of his own pants and a leather shirt so he can swoon over his handsome Bojan 🥰 Bojan: he's putting Jere in more skirts... 1, because it's sexy. 2, because Jere really does look nice in skirts <3

21: who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor?

They're both pretty protective but unfortunately Jere is more likely the one to be harassed or treated rudely by a stranger so it's more common that Bojan would (fiercely) defend his angel. Bojan doesn't get angry easily but if someone is mean or hurtful to Jere he can become absolutely livid. Jere prefers to avoid conflict but he's not above using a right hook to protect his Slovene 💪

13: who's the bigger tease?

I couldn't really choose one in particular. Bojere have a really playful dynamic so the teasing is pretty equally divided haha

10: describe their first date

Something active. Maybe like a bowling date. It'd be just something lighthearted, something they'd do as friends. Except whoever scores a strike first gets a kiss 🤭 Hand feeding each other fries n whatnot 🥰 Then at the end Bojan would try to pay for everything but Jere distracts him and ends up paying ahead. Bojan is devastated until Jere tells him he did the math and Bojč can pay his half of the bill later. Equality 💪💪 Afterwards they walk to Jere's dorm together hand in hand ♡

7: would they build a pillow fort together just because?

100% They'll have sleepovers on the floor surrounded by pillows even though there's a perfectly fine bed waiting for them

3: do they wear the other's clothes?

Yes 🥰🥰 Jere likes to wear Bojan's hoodies and rings. Bojan also wears Jere's sweaters cuz they're oversized anyways and also his socks cuz Jere has a bunch of socks with fun patterns :3

#deaf! Jere #Bojere #bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #otp asks #<33

[wisteriagoesvroom]

Tag game~~

Tagged by: @scrappyracers !

Who is your favorite driver?: i think that's pretty obvious... but i also enjoy following all my fellow east/southeast asian drivers like i gotta rep for them (guan yu, yuki, alex). and lewis, obviously.

Do you have other favorite drivers?: above!

Who is your least favorite driver?: dRic, probably... tho tbh they're all probably very problematic with their politics if i look too closely so if pressed, i dislike all of them equally at a fundamental level. spite shipping is a thing i think? i think.

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?: i want to say drivers but mclaren marketing has worked on me. so unfortunately i do enjoy The Lore and their hubris and all you know ?

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?: mclaren la (@kichona-s wru... simi sai pull sia)

How long have you been into F1?: since like, november last year? so 6 months

What got you into F1?: bruh i'm a dts girlie, straight up. that and the "charles runs 20km for fun" tiktok he posted ages ago. i was like this man is bonkers and he's hot. what sport does he- F1? oh.

Do you enjoy Fanfic/RPF?: DO I ENJOY....... *DO* I? does a bird enjoy the breeze? does a plant enjoy the sun?

How do you view new fans?: i mean. we have all been new fans! i think offering grace is good. there is a thread here i'd like to tug on about new fans + consumption culture in general + etiquette in fandom spaces sometimes. and also rpf not breaching containment to the drivers and teams. but that's probably for another day.

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?: none cus i don't wanna be fred vasseur (rich, but bald)

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?: my partner has been dragged in by proxy. like he just knows way too much atp. and my brother in law is interested too !! he is a lh44 apologist, which i love.

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?: i see my f1blr like an unhinged daytime lawn party so like. absolutely. bring your paper mache dolls over (your favourite blorbos), pull up some felt tips (create ridiculous fictional settings), and make a stupid collage with me (shitposting into the sun).

tagging @supercollide @lovelylotusf1 @oscarpiastriwdc @blueballsracing @bright-and-burning @wanderingblindly @alphatinies @cx-boxbox @kichona-s @kazoologist and whoever wants to play!!

#tag game #about me

[lesbianlotties]

does any of the sapphic senate want/have pets? inquiring minds want to know

thank you!!!! extremely important subject right there!!!!

it is scientifically impossible for them to share an apartment and not have a cat. okay scratch that. at least two cats. one that's has too much personality and it's like an extra member of the squad. and another that is actually a demon but has a soft spot for robin and robin. which tbh the others totally understand

Chrissy loves all animals, she would adopt a toddler in penguin costume if given the chance. she's not the best at taking care of them bc she treats them as equals and expects them to make their own dinner tho. and she would take unconventional pets. she has a snake <3 (there's three of them but the other girls haven't noticed yet so shh)

Vickie loves animals, she really does, but she has allergies okay? and she loves her personal space, and she doesnt appreciate cleaning after other creatures messes... but she already has 3 roommates so what's one more, right? however she's has aww it's soo cutee oh my god it moved it's going to bite it's going to kill please help me!!! syndrome. she likes birds, she cries when they're in a cage, it's complicated

Nancy is a busy woman, okay? she doesn't time for- oh fine she loves them too! so so much! but she really is too busy, if it weren't for the other girls in the apartment she wouldn't trust herself with a pet. so. Cat Person Nancy™. she talks out loud to the cat too much, but it helps okay? the cat gets it!!

After enough "golden retriever gf" jokes, they finally let Robin adopt a dog! oh she's going to make that little guy her best friend ever. if it's a modern day au, the dog 100% has a tiktok page. the dog has matching clothes with Robin, the dog knows many tricks, the dog has a sworn enemy on Nancy who locked the bedroom door for a reason and no she does not want to share the bed with the dog, Robin! (she loves him too, it's okay)

#dangerous territory here but consider: horse girl nancy... or all of them just bc i know for a fact that maya hawke with a cowboy hat...... #yeah #the sapphic senate #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #vickie #chrissy cunningham #answered #wanda-the-anaconda

[the-diabolist]

Pet play for the kinks rating?

I'm not very familiar with the ins and outs of this one, so if I drop the ball on the intricacies I apologize. I went ahead and picked pet types I thought they'd like, but they're probably not very creative xD I did yes/probably/maybe on this one because I don't think any of them would actually say no to this, lol.

Yes

Strade - I mean..... that's kinda what was going on with Ren right? He wouldn't be a benevolent master, obviously, but he'd just love another pet, especially something timid like a hamster/guinea pig or a sheep <3

Ren - again, this one's pretty much canon. During training, he's tough but fair (or, at least, level-headed). After that, though, he's kind of a softy, as long as you're affectionate. A deer or a duck might be good for him. Makes a good pet himself, if you'd rather go that direction ;)

Vincent - a huge pushover. Tries to be stern about rules or training or whatever but just ends up letting bad behavior slide because you're so cute (aww what a troublemaker! You must need some extra scritches)! Maybe a puppy or a ferret?

Celia - born for this. Generally attentive, spoils you with all the best stuff. Isn't very strict overall but does expect complete obedience. Gets scary when her temper flares up, unfortunately. Definitely a mouse or a kitten for her.

Probably

Sano - it's probably not something he would think to bring up, but he doesn't hate it. Fairly strict about rules/behavior; very doting and affectionate if you're good. Might like a mouse/rat or a bird like a dove. If you'd prefer to have him as a pet, he's a good little snake, with built in accessories :p

Derek - not sure how it works exactly, but won't pass up the opportunity to put you on a leash. Consistently treats you badly, not just in bursts like Strade. Pretty simple, would probably prefer a puppy or a bunny. Or, if you're holding the leash, he can be the puppy :)

Cain - if he's decided to keep you, then he thinks of you as an equal... however, he's happy to low-key play master, if you want. His regard for you would stay the same, and he'd treat you well. An intelligent kind of bird (parrot? raptor?) or maybe a cat would likely work for him.

Maybe

Lawrence - he would feel kinda weird ordering you around; thinking about being your "master" stresses him out. He would just kinda let you do whatever. He'd like something gentle and calm, like a sheep or a dove, if he were going to participate. (It would probably be easier to convince him to be the pet, tbh. He'd be a perfectly sweet and skittish deer!)

Jack - prefers his s/o about as feral as he is (mate > pet), so the standard formula may not work for him -- but if you wanna play wolf (or jackal, I guess) with him, he's down. Alternatively, if you're more like a plaything, he could make use of a little bunny he could corrupt and devour >:)

Rire - he could probably get on board, if it was something you wanted. He's full of superior attitude anyway; he might as well officially be your master. He knows how to rule! (He's a poor disciplinarian. He lets you do whatever you want.) How about a bird (crow, maybe) or a ferret?

Mason - another one who prefers a mate to a pet, but if he opts to play, he'd be a natural at it. Expects good behavior but isn't very strict, and gives lots of treats. He could go for a dog or a deer, I think.

If anyone has good ideas for other pet types they'd like, I'd love to hear!

#kink headcanons #boyfriend to death #the price of flesh #pet play tw #imagining derek with bunny ears..... nice #I genuinely don't know if this is good. I hope so lol

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

School of Good and Evil (movie) spoilers ahead :)

Okay so I just watched The School for Good and Evil and I actually liked it more than I thought I would. I didn't rly like the main couple together but skateboard they're better in the books? Tetris seems like he'd be a cool teammate and a cool character but I don't really like him being in a relationship tbh. I thought the two main girls were both really awesome characters, and the story impressed me/ exceeded my admittedly low expectations for on the nose good/evil and on screen adaptations. I really enjoyed the movie and thought the lessons and all was really cool and the stakes were higher than I expected as well.

What I really liked was that even though the most literal interpretation was that love=The Good Emotion, but that the story doesn't necessarily place love as more morally pure or correct than any other emotion. The personified chaos has love for personified evil- but that didn't make her any less of a victim or make the evil guy any less of an objectively terrible person. In other words, love can cause pain just as any emotion can, similar to what we see with Tetris's supposedly good and pure intentions of slaying Greg the corpse bird.

However I want really a fan of evil having a physical manifestation in the form of "ugly" traits for hopefully obvious reasons. Not to mention many of the actions by the more "beautiful" group could also be classified as evil, Evil Guy said so himself, so why wouldn't they change as well? Am I missing something? Was it meant to show that both groups were equally good and evil the whole time and that placing the more conventionally attractive people on a pedestal was a type of double meaning or something? That does seem to be part of the lesson, according to one of my favorite lines "I don't believe anyone is good or evil, because people are complicated" holy shit that is just the best line ever ajajxbbchfhe

I'd like to read the book as well, and I'm hoping for some dual pov and Agatha angst. Shit like "as Tetris evaporated, Agatha stood there, feeling like a true witch" holy shit I WOULD DIE I loved pretty much all of the characters <22

#the school for good and evil netflix #tsfgae netflix #tsfgae

[madanimalscientist]

My two fluffy roommates! Both of them run on chaos and chutzpah, very Pinky and the Brain situation between the two of them.

Annie (aka Goblin Queen)

3.5 year old tortie tabby. Has random blotches of ginger, shades from silver/black tabby to brown/cream/orange tabby. Lanky and smol. Twenty kg of clever in a 4kg bag. The reason there are child-proof locks on the cabinets and stove.

Likes: Yelling at birds through the window, the fluffy bed on the left side of the couch, attempting to steal lemon yogurt, TUMMY RUBS, chikkin bikkit treats

Dislikes: vacuum, lawnmower, loud noises in general, when people come to visit and won't let her shed all over them, being held.

The Muppet/Rogue (she has two names and responds about as equally well to either of them)

2.5 year old medium hair void. Earned the nickname Muppet because she goes floppy and purrs when happy, especially when held. Seemingly boneless when happy. Not the sharpest potato in the drawer, even the vet admits it. Heart full of love, brain full of [DIAL TONE]. Big and fluffy and her fur is plush and dense. Originally named bc sneaky void, but tbh she also is not super wise though she is strong/hyper and sweet, and reminds me of the "REMY, WHAT'S A MANGA?" Rogue from X-Men ad from the Cerebro podcast.

Likes: Snuggling with her hind legs shoved into her human's armpit, the right side of the couch, yelling at birds through the window, attempting to steal bread, TUMMY RUBS, chikkin bikkit treats

Dislikes: new people, loud noises, being told "not for kitties", being thwarted, when Annie has claimed the fluffy bed and won't share.

They are both chirpy cats who don't necessarily meow normally. Annie started it and I think she taught Rogue her "dialect" as they're both from the local shelter and were adopted around 4-5 months old. They are squeaky chaos doofuses and I love them.

#black cats #cats of tumblr #Annie is too smart for her own good #even the vet admits Rogue is not smart #they are both adorable and I love them so

[gothamsworst]

I wonder what are your HC about 04' Ragdoll, Harley, Riddler and Penguin meeting a new vigilante/rogue who's a big dumb but is a cinnamon roll (someone who's biggest worry is going for fries and paying the rent, that kind of guy). Sorry if they're too long, I dont wanna bother you

The Batman!Ragdoll:

He thinks you’re a lot of fun! It’s nice to hang around someone who doesn’t take everything so seriously all the time.

You don’t really seem like a villainous kind of person, so that just intrigues him even more. What’s your goal with all this?

Not that it really matters! He doesn’t actually care tbh, it’s mostly for curiosity’s sake. You’re weird, and he likes that.

The Batman!Harley-Quinn:

You two get along pretty well. She’s not dumb, but compared to other Harley’s, she’s one of the few without a PhD.

She likes to shoot the breeze with you on her days off--just hanging out, and chattering over fries and whatnot.

You’re kind of interesting. You don’t really seem like you know what you’re doing, which is as funny as it is concerning.

The Batman!Edward Nygma:

You’re equal parts amusing and frustrating. On one-hand, you’re unique, which is interesting. On the other hand...you’re very “simple.”

Not that he means that in a bad way, just. You’re just not quite to his taste, friend-wise. Maybe more of an acquaintance.

He’s not very interested in you, in a personal sense, but you still manage to get in his way, which does put you on his “Black List.”

The Batman!Oswald Cobblepot:

Oh god, it’s you again. Simply said: you’re like a gnat. Always buzzing around his head, never taking a hint.

Seriously, get lost! He can be really rude when he wants to be, but honestly? It’s funny, seeing this little man get so fucking mad over nothing.

It’s like that picture of a jester tormenting a group of angry dogs. Obviously, you are the jester. He is the angry (bird) dog.

#dc #batman #gotham rogues #the batman #batman 2004 #ragdoll #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #edward nygma #riddler #oswald cobblepot #penguin #headcanons #sfw #silly #eh these are short and simple but #eh whatever #anonymous

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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had this sitting around a while, wanted to make it nice and detailed but also hopefully somewhat accurate, idk yesterday scared me lmao-

also quick bump to the original post, if you'd like to send someone in and haven't feel free to! might be slow over the next couple days again tho.

Anyways;

Hoshizawa's thoughts on @dantelionwishes Sato, Makoto, Miss Me, and Hibiki

read more because whoof

Sato:

very friendly around the teachers in general, and likes tagging by them a lot.

Sometimes ends up being the last to leave class cuz he's trying to make quick chat with him about whatever he was teaching, and ends up having to dash to the next class.

actually masks more & acts a lot more formal around him though, like there's a big difference between hoshiz with other students, and hoshiz with Sato.

(well it's there with any adult & Tsumi actually, but especially Sato)

That said, he really likes Sato, even if he comes off more threatening or stern or whatever compared to like Miss Me.

Would probably still just end up throwing him way off intimidating guy script; "well... now that you know this... do you have any other questions for me?" "are you my friend? :3"

definitely has to learn about non-quirk combat, as his quirk can relatively easily be subverted, and he's just very squishy LMAO-

Makoto:

She's definitely interesting??

Hoshizawa doesn't get a lot of their humor and references, and kinda feels uncomfortable with that...

but he does still like them! will probably go to Makoto to learn about video games.

Not too scared about Makoto going through his devices, all the worst in a boring way lmAO-

shitty pictures of just birds or whatever and cool plants or something on his phone.

probably not bestest besties, but he has fun talking with them.

he... finds the glowsticks really cool but. been thinking about it... idk if he can really. see them. that well.

but he does find their eyes neat! it's very helpful if he goes into her dorm and he can actually see them cuz they're glowing a lil lmao--

and of course, they're both Very comfortable with physical contact.

Miss Me:

Again, just really friendly with his teachers, but especially Miss Me (his main homeroom teacher ofc yk)

definitely the greater target of him sticking around until the last minute (or past said last minute, honestly) to rant about something.

Hoshizawa has a lot to learn not just about using his quirk safely and working with the downfalls of it, but in specializations and using it in new ways too!

she's likely able to work best with Hoshizawa on finding how to learn in a way that works best for them both.

He really likes Miss Me, and how friendly and comfortable she is, defs his favorite teacher.

probably had a moment or two of *hoshiz runs up to hug* *miss me dodges (an attack)* *hoshiz kept going and crashed* lmao

very much the teacher he's most comfortable around, but still masks more compared to like with the students.

Hikari:

literally wants to hug her like always. warm friend.

but also she seems nervous and anxious a lot and doesn't know how to read when she's more or less anxious or what she actually wants.

so he's a lot more regularly like actually holding his arms out & offering a hug instead (as opposed to suddenly hugs attack w a lotta students)

particularly he cannot read when she's agreeing out of anxiety or genuinely agreeing.

ends up asking what she wants or needs in the moment because he has No Clue. (but can hardly get the question across right and ot sounds weird)

they were both homeschooled and had very protective family! relatability ayo

they have an equal standing on meme culture and that's rlly neat

shows her the terrible pictures and just stresses her tf out (tbh idk how I'd respond either- rip lol)

eventually though if hoshizawa is able to see her pictures he 1) gets very ":000 wait thaTS SO PRETTY THO!!" (swiftly apologizing for being loud and scaring her ;;) and 2) understands the point and might ask for some advice.

basically just really wants to be friends, she's literally the only other homeschooled person here and wants to have someone to relate with in not knowing what's going on lol.

that said, he's not totally sure how to go about it seeing she's so extremely anxious all the time and he's not totally sure how to respond to that, or when exactly she feels better or worse.

also, he doesn't have to look down at her thank god, they're sorta equal height.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 27

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TWs/Summary: If you read carefully, you knew this; if you didn't: reader was drugged at the party. Hangover from Hell ft. boys being cute, Loki being best friend material and reader fully integrating him into the Gen-Z community via Monster energy drinks and depressive music whilst being sad. I live for Loki/reader friendship tbh.

So folks, this is the last big plot thing before the endgame. I reckon it's about 10-15 chapters left until out happy ending and the next bit is going to focus on developing reader's and Stephen's relationship. There will be smutty parts too - either chapters or interludes, idk, depending on how well they'll integrate into the story.

I love y'all.

Ow, was my first thought upon waking up. My head throbbed something fierce, the pressure behind my eyelids was unbearable and my mouth tasted like a bog on a sunny summer's day. I was warm, from both sides, and one of the bodies felt foreign in everything besides the smell - sandalwood leaked through the lead curtain of alcohol and sex.

Needless to say, I had trouble piecing together the fine details of last night but had enough coherence to remember our... Activities. I was sore and Strange's long arm was still possessively draped over both me and Tony. The luck was on my side as I carefully wiggled out of his grasp, padding to the bedroom on quiet feet. The sorcerer barely moved, only grumbling briefly at the loss of my warmth and immediately quieting, shamelessly snuggling into Tony.

I would have not exaggerated if I said it was the worst hangover of my life. It was baffling, really, because I'd gone way wilder and didn't suffer half as much after effects; my first attempt to brush my teeth ended with my face resting against the toilet bowl, my empty stomach rejecting what little liquid in it was left as the room spun on its axis. That was incredibly embarrassing and I hoped my boys wouldn't wake up to witness my best impression of a bum - and they didn't, both men still sound asleep and interwined like snakes when I put on the shirt closest to me and departed in search of coffee.

My mood only worsened. Steve and Bucky were already up, shoveling an impressive amount of eggs and bacon, as Bucky quietly teased Steve about his own hangover. The blonde man was slightly greenish, disheveled - we traded equally glum looks and nodded to each other in silence. The smell of food made my stomach churn and I retreated, one black coffee in hand, towards Bruce's lab, having been informed by Friday that neither Tony not Stephen planned on waking up.

"Morning, Princess," Bruce smiled kindly, pushing his glasses out of the way to hold me close and give me a sweet kiss. "Had fun? The boys still asleep?"

I giggled at Bruce calling Tony and Stephen boys. "Yeah. I wouldn't be wearing Stephen's shirt if he was up and about, I think." I pointed out the obvious.

Bruce chuckled, holding my face to give me a long, thoughtful look. I stared back, hoping convey my respect and adoration without having to say a word; like Tony, I wasn't particularly apt when it came to talking feelings. Whatever Bruce was looking for, he found it, and sealed it with another kiss, twice as long and twice as sweet. We stood like that, my head on his shoulder and my arms firmly holding him to myself, until the elevator dinged behind the glass wall, revealing a shirtless Stephen and Tony in his pajama pants, both men bickering animatedly.

"Aw shit, here we go again," I rolled my eyes, unhappy about the possibility of the magic being broken. I rather preferred all three men to be like yesterday: friendly, kind and relaxed.

"I will kick them out if I have to," Bruce shrugged, turning me around to face them.

Tony smiled, seeing me, stopping mid-conversation. "Princess, I am disappointed in your lack of manners. You left me with Merlin and he is mean." The engineer unceremoniously snatched me from Bruce and smooched me, hangover breath and all.

"Gross, Tony," I rolled my eyes, giving the man a light shove in the chest. "Morning, Steph," I addressed the third man who had gone back to his usual stoic expression. Just to see his resolve crack, because I loved pushing his buttons, I gave him a good morning kiss too, and was unexpectedly blown away by the eager response from his side. As I pulled back, I noticed his cheeks dusting a light pink.

"I came to get my shirt but I think you'd rather keep it," The sorcerer's fingers caressed my skin beneath the collar of his shirt, voice still low and scratchy from sleep and those magnetic eyes fixated on the exposed flesh of my chest, no trace of previous awkwardness.

"You sure 'bout that?" I pushed one of the sides off, exposing my shoulder, seeing Tony gulp the remainder of my coffee, one hand already messing with the screen that Bruce was focused on. "I think I look better without it," I would never miss an opportunity to tease the uptight man.

"Quite," He grinned, "It's a shame I didn't get to see much last night..." Two could play this game, okay.

"Oh, but you will," Tony piped up suddenly, a hint of smugness in his voice barely covered by Bruce's fond chuckle. I really didn't know what to say, suddenly overwhelmed with the attention, my emotions amplified by the hangover - party drugs tended to exaggerate my anxiety on the comedown.

And what a comedown it was. My social energy ran out very quickly so I complained about a nasty headache and retreated into my room, Bruce's gentle hands pressing a bottle of Ibuprofen into my own. Despite my attempts to tame my rioting body, it got worse before it got better and shortly before lunch, I had thrown up twice more. Pissed off, I ran a bath with cold water and sat in it until I felt somewhat human to prepare myself for a journey to Wanda's apartment - as a last resort, I was going to chug on of Pietro's Monster energy drinks that I knew he kept hidden there.

The retrieval was a success. Cans securely hidden in the kangaroo pocket of Tony's oversized hoodie I had thrown on, I had to make a haste detour to throw up once again - the closest bathroom was in Loki's apartment and I only managed to knock twice before throwing open the door and making a mad dash for the porcelain throne, a very confused Asgardian following my movements with raised eyebrows.

"Hangover from Hell," I croaked once the first wave subsided. Loki nodded in understanding, waved a hand to summon me a water bottle and shut the door behind himself.

As I sat there, desperately trying to understand why was I feeling like utter shit... It clicked. Bile rose to my throat once again, and I just dry heaving, mulling my revelation over and over again.

I didn't take any drugs. I had been drugged. My memories became hazy and dream-like shortly after someone had given me the drink... Someone, who? It was a split-second moment; Sam, even in his drunk state, didn't keep his eyes off me for too long. Maybe it had been someone the team knew? Possibilities began playing out in my head. Cursed was my overactive brain - the anxiety from the leftover drugs was making me panic.

"Fuck, FUCK," My hands shook - I only noticed it because I had spilled water on myself, adding cold and wet to the unpleasant sensations I was already experiencing. "Why am I such a fucking fuck-up." Taking a drink from a stranger seemed downright idiotic now. Middle school bullshit.

"Are you alright?" Loki's worried voice interrupted my inner monologue.

"Yes," I replied, voice cracking. "No. I don't fucking know."

The door all but flew open, the Asgardian taking several long strides to take a good long look at me. The frown on his face tells me all I needed to know about my physical and mental state.

A slender hand tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "What happened?"

I laughed tersely, feeling tears to begin welling in the corners of my eyes. "I'm an idiot," Seeing his face get annoyed briefly, I conceded: "I got drugged yesterday. My drink."

The hand that he had slid between my shoulder blades froze. I felt his whole body go rigid and his nostrils flare, the smell of ozone and something foreign - magic - filling the small space. The air around us became charged with the power of his anger. "Pardon?" His voice was dangerously quiet.

I physically fought with the need to flinch away from him, settling for lowering my eyes and staring at the dark stain on my hoodie. "I got carried away dancing. Someone handed me a drink and my stupid ass just shotgunned it," I confessed, picking at the wet spot. "And I can't tell anybody because I had a threesome with Stephen and Tony," I suddenly realised, my voice raising in pitch. "They're gonna think I didn't want it and feel bad. You know how Tony blames himself for everything under the sun..." Another wave of dizziness and nausea hit me as I leaned against the wall closest to me.

"Alright," Loki conceded after a brief pause. "We absolutely are telling the others. I'll make sure they understand," The Asgardian stated firmly in a tone that bore no argument. Seeing me lift my head to protest, he interrupted me before I could say anything: "Did you... Did you want it?" He asked me, hooking a single finger under my chin to look me in the eye.

I nodded, feeling my face heat up.

"You're not lying. The team knows of my ability to detect lies. Nobody will blame anyone..." Loki trailed off, obviously already plotting something. I wished it were a prank both of us were conspiring on instead of... Trying to make sense of this cluster fuck of a shit show. The circus called, they seemed to have left their clowns behind. "Although I will have a word with Sam." The Asgardian muttered darkly.

"No, it's not his fault. I just got too relaxed, I need to pucker up and be responsible for myself," I protested, damn well knowing it wasn't the Bird's fault. Everyone was drunk and I should've known better.

"It's not yours either," Loki sneered, seeing right through my self-loathing. It took a deep, slow sigh for him to calm down. His expression softened and the hand that was on my back resumed the gentle stroking as he scooted closer to me to press my side against his chest. "Vile people of this kind aren't exclusive to Midgard. It could have happened to anyone."

I nodded, my logical part briefly taking over as the waves of nausea and dizziness waned. I stifled a giggle, coming to another sudden revelation. "You holding up my hair as I barf out my hangover? That makes you qualified for the position of my Best Friend," I stated with a snort.

Loki chuckled, relaxing bit by bit. "I accept the position," His voice was unusually soft and a little bit shaky; I chose to tactfully ignore it. "Shall I call for assembly in the war room?"

I sighed, the dread and anxiety creeping it's way back in. "Can we just... Wait a bit? I have something- hold on-" I rummaged around my pocket, taking out two cans of Monster. Loki eyed them curiously and I extended one to him. "It probably won't do much for you but for me it's a last-resort hangover cure." I popped open the metal cap, seeing him do the same. "Be warned though, it tastes kinda funky if you're not used to it," I announced the disclaimer but it simply egged Loki on.

The scrunched up face he made was pretty funny. "It's sour but sickeningly sweet at the same time? I can't tell," He briefly eyed the written ingredients on the can.

"There are a bunch of flavors. Pietro likes the plain one, I like the purple one better, it's not so tongue-burning." I paused to inhale loudly. "If this is what college life looks like, I don't want to go," Mustering up my courage and gathering my balls in a knot, with one broad motion I closed my nose and poured the carbonated acid down my throat until my eyes watered. "Gimme a minute," I hiccuped, trying to keep it down.

Wide-eyed, Loki took a chaste sip of his own drink, eyeing me warily. He looked part impressed part disgusted with the little stunt. "I am pretty certain that is counter-productive."

"Caffeine make brain and body go skrrt," I argued back. "Friday, play my "grant me the sweet release of death" playlist. I'm upset," I announced and the AI obliged silently, the first notes of Placebo's 'Exit Wounds' beginning to play. If I was going to mop in a stranger's bathroom, I was going to do it with style. Even if said style was just simply stealing in my own misery with emo background music.

Loki stared at me, I stared back, both of us lost in our respective minds. At one point, he began swaying to the music slightly, resting the cool tin of the can against his cheek; I followed suit, mouthing along to some of the lyrics. It took us about a dozen songs to finally finish the liquid acid that was Monster energy drink and my ass felt like the bathroom tile itself: flat and hard.

"Do you ever feel like the universe just hates you for no fucking reason?" I groused, taking Loki's outstretched hand and slowly feeling the blood rush back to my legs.

"You wouldn't believe," He rolled his eyes in solidarity, vanishing away the empty containers. "Norns, give me a Hel-damned break."

I laced his arm through mine as we exited his apartment, feeling considerably less upset than I was before. I couldn't protect myself, but one look at Loki's sullen, irritated expression was bound to scare off anyone who dared to interrupt our mission.

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